"I would rather lie across thy threshold myself," muttered the old woman.
"Good Licinia, do as I tell thee," said Dea, now with marked impatience.
"And--stay--" she added as Licinia still grumbling prepared reluctantly to obey--"I pray thee find out for me all that is going on in the city.
Mayhap Tertius will know what has happened--or Piso.... Go seek them, Licinia, and find out all that there is to know, so that thou canst tell me everything anon, when I wake."
She lay back on her bed with closed eyes whilst Licinia kissed her hands and feet, re-arranged the embroidered coverlet and the downy cushions, and after a while shuffled out of the room.
There was nothing that the old woman loved better than a gossip with Tertius, who was the comptroller of the Augusta"s household, or with Piso, who was the overseer of her slaves: and even her fond desire to watch beside her mistress yielded to the delight of holding long and interesting parley with these worthies.
So it was with considerable alacrity that--having deputed the young girl, Blanca, to watch over her mistress--she made her way through the atrium, and thence across the vast peristyle to the quarters of the slaves.
Tertius--the comptroller--had, it appears, sallied forth into the streets, despite the lateness of the hour, in the hope of gleaning some information as to what was going on in the city. Even in this secluded portion of the Palatine, where stood the house of Dea Flavia under the shelter of the surrounding palaces, weird sounds of human cries and of the clashing of steel was penetrating with ominous persistency.
Piso--the overseer--who had remained at home, as he did not feel sufficiently valiant to face once again the disturbance outside, told Licinia all that he had witnessed before he finally found safe haven at home.
It seemed that the tumult in the Amphitheatre had not ceased with the flight of the Emperor, rather that it had grown in intensity when the populace saw the praefect of Rome fall backwards, stabbed by the Caesar, and the latter disappear hurriedly, followed by a few from among the praetorian guard.
There was no doubt that the temper of the populace had been over-excited by the cruel scenes of a while ago; l.u.s.t of blood and of tyranny had been fanned to fever-pitch through those very spectacles which the Caesar himself had provided for the people, with a view to satisfying his own ferocious desires of hate and of revenge.
Now that same fever-heated temper was turning against him, who had fanned it for his own ends.
Caligula had made good his escape, satisfied that his dagger had done its work upon the arch-traitor. He had fled through the private entrance of his tribune, and his guard had rallied round him. But a company of legionaries--some five or six hundred strong--was still in the place, as well as his knights and all his friends, and against these did the wrath of the rabble turn.
The lawless and the rough soon had it all their own way, and the peaceable citizen who would have liked to get wife and children safely out of the crowd found it well-nigh impossible to make his way through the throng.
After a few moments the disturbance became general; there was a great deal of shouting and presently missiles began to fly about. The rabble attacked the legionaries and a sanguinary conflict ensued. The former was in overwhelming number and succeeded in breaking the rank of the soldiers, and in putting them momentarily to rout.
After this there was a general stampede down and along the gradients of the Amphitheatre, during which hundreds of persons--including women and children--were crushed to death. The scene of confusion seems to have baffled description. Piso, who had succeeded in making his way home in the midst of it all, had even now to wipe his brow, which was streaming with perspiration at the recollection of the horrors which he had witnessed.
Whilst he proceeded with his narrative, Tertius had returned with further news. And these, of a truth, were very alarming. The lower slopes of the Palatine, as well as the Forum and the surrounding streets, were now in the hands of the mob. The few legions who were in the city had been cut off from the Palatine, and though they were making vigorous efforts to break through the close ranks of the crowd, they had, up to this hour, been wholly unsuccessful, owing no doubt to the paucity of their numbers, since the bulk of the army was not yet home from that insensate and mock expedition into Germany.
The whole of the troops in and around the city, including the town and praetorian guard, was on this day computed at less than one thousand, and the mob--so Tertius averred--was over one hundred thousand strong.
The law-abiding citizens had locked themselves up in the fastnesses of their homes, and the Caesar--so it was believed--was inside his palace with a small detachment of his guard around him, one hundred strong, who already had had to repel numerous attacks delivered by the more forward amongst the rabble.
Tertius had not been able to get far beyond the precincts of the house, for fear had driven him back. The shouts which came from the streets below and from the Forum were ominous and threatening.
"Death to the Caesar! Death to the tyrant!" could be distinctly heard above the din of stampeding feet, and a low and constant murmur that sounded like distant thunder.
There was no doubt that the Caesar"s life was in grave danger, seeing that only a handful of men stood between him and the fury of an excited populace; and these men were without a leader, for the praetorian praefect had been cut off from them, even as he tried to push his way through the crowd earlier in the day.
Thus, therefore, did this harbinger of evil news resume the situation.
Caligula was in his palace, surrounded by the slaves of his household and guarded by a few soldiers against a raging mob--an hundred thousand or more strong--who had formed a ring around the Palatine, and was clamouring for the Caesar"s death. The legionaries, under the command of faithful Centurions, were cut off from the Palatine and from their Caesar by the mob whose solid ranks they had hitherto been unable to break. The Augustas and their slaves were also safe within their palaces.
But what Tertius did not know, and was therefore unable to impart to his eager listeners was that the party of conspirators, with Hortensius Martius as their acknowledged leader, were taking advantage of the disturbance to place themselves at the head of the mob, hoping that the cry of "Death to Caligula!" would soon be followed by one of "Hail to the Caesar! the new Caesar, Hortensius Martius! Hail!"
CHAPTER XXV
"Watchman, what of the night?"--ISAIAH XXI. 11.
And far away beyond the noise and tumult which ranged around the foot of the Palatine, the honey-coloured moon illumined with her weird and ghostly light the vast arena of the gigantic Amphitheatre, where a company of the town guard, under the command of an aedile, were busy collecting the dead.
A narrow streak of those same ghostly rays found its way through the folds of the curtains which spanned the window of Dea Flavia"s room. It peeped in boldly, stirring up myriads of impalpable atoms and whipping them into a living line of silver. It wandered further, and finding a golden head that tossed restlessly upon a silk-covered pillow, it alighted on it, making the white face appear ghostlier still, and the wide eyes to shine like stars.
A timid step shuffled across the floor.
"Blanca, is it thou?" whispered Dea Flavia, as quickly she raised herself up, squatting now upon the bed, with one hand pressed against the pillow and the other to her breast.
"Aye, mistress, it is I!" came in whispered response.
"Well? Have they returned?"
"Aye! gracious lady. Half an hour ago."
"Did they find him?"
"Yes."
"Is he...?"
There was a pause, whilst from afar came that strange low sound of thousands of men murmuring, which is so akin to the booming of the waves upon a rocky sh.o.r.e.
"The praefect of Rome was in a swoon when they found him in the imperial tribune," said the young slave-girl, still speaking under her breath.
"Nolus and Dion carried him to the litter, and once or twice he groaned whilst they carried him."
A gentle breeze wafted the curtains into the room; the rays of the waning moon fell full upon the huddled figure on the bed, with the stream of gold falling each side of the set, pale face, and the large blue eyes now strangely veiled with tears.
"Where is ... where is the praefect now?" asked Dea Flavia.
"In the room out of thy studio, gracious mistress, as thou didst direct.
Dion did prepare a couch for him there, and hath laid him down."
"And the physician?"
"The physician hath seen him. He saith that the praefect is weak with loss of blood. His shoulders, arms and legs have been torn by the panther"s claws, but these wounds are not deep."
"And ... and the dagger thrust?"
"The physician saith that the dagger must have glanced off the bone. I did not quite understand what he said, and Dion explained it badly."
"He did not say that there was poison in the dagger?"
"I think not, gracious lady; for the physician said that the praefect would soon be well if he were carefully tended. He is very weak with loss of blood."